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Molly glanced over the fence, eyeing the colorful balloons. "You really think we can pull this off?" Bill adjusted his ski mask. "Come on, Molly! It's just a bunch of kids. They won't even notice the presents missing!" "What if they do? I can’t bear the thought of a crying child!" Bill chuckled. "You’re worried about their feelings? We’re stealing their toys!” Molly crossed her arms. "Yeah, but they’re kids! They don’t deserve this.” "Neither do we! We need a payday! Did you see the way they stack those gifts? It’s like a treasure mountain!" Molly sighed. "Alright, but we stick to the plan. In and out, no crying kids, and definitely no dog!" "Relax! What’s a little barking gonna do? We're professionals!" "Right, because nothing says ‘professional’ like robbing a birthday party." Bill smirked. "Hey, we’re doing them a favor! Think of it this way: fewer presents mean more time for cakes and games!" "Does that include running away after we grab the gifts?" "Of course! Besides, who could resist frosting?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Let’s hope the balloons don’t pop. It’s hard to stay low-profile with a bunch of squeaky rubber."